Soil of the Soul

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

In my garden’s soil,

Flowers, fruit and herbs brighten:

Rainbow-coloured hope.

In soul’s wounded soil,

Fear’s grey ash receives love’s seeds:

Healing spreads deep roots.

Soil soaks up my tears,

Sun triggers magical growth:

Plants thrive, give delight.

When I, too, am culled.

Winter-thin branches cut down:

Soil will pack the wound.

Now, alive, fingers thrive

In dark, worm-glistening soil:

I plant my heart deep.

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